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Nightfall (2)

Vampire!Billy Russo x Female Reader.

Part 1 here

Warnings: Dubious consent, stalking, murder, watching her while she sleeps, he eats a heart in front of her, sex, oral, facesitting, bondage, kidnapping.

A/N: uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh no comment at this time thank you.

Special shoutout to @idaofinfinity

You were aware, that the only reason you knew you were being followed, was because he wanted you to know.

Someone like him, with the means to watch you from rooftops, and hear every word you spoke from miles away, didn't need to walk so closely behind you every night on your way home from work.

To be fair, it would take a trained eye to notice he was following you, he did an excellent job of hiding in plain sight. However an expert eye like yours, could sight him from far enough away. It was easy, but you knew it was only easy because he wanted it to be easy. You didn't even see his face, just hints of his broad shoulders and leather jacket, paired with a gait you would not easily forget, and you knew it was him.

Then, there were the roses.

A single red rose, left beside your head each morning when you woke up. Letting you know he'd been in your place, watching you sleep. No matter how many times you'd moved, how many locks you put, he could get past them all- and leave them all with the appearance of being untouched in the morning.

You knew he hadn't put a finger on you, being a light sleeper meant that the barest hint of a touch, the gentle breath of a whisper could wake you.

Which means that he had to be ridiculously quiet, but that was a given, with the fact that he knew what sound feathers made when they hit the floor.

Still, as you sat in the thundering nightclub, nursing your strawberry daiquiri, you come to the slow realisation that you had no idea how powerful he really was. If he was capable of moving as quickly as he had that night, and being quiet enough to not wake you, you simmer with fear over what he would truly do with the right motivation. You'd heard a rumour that some of the more powerful ones had more powers, and you hoped that Billy wasn't one of them.

The fear changes to butterflies very quickly, when you remember the carve of his muscle and the rock of his hips- and then you're internally yelling at yourself for thinking about it.

God, you didn't actually like him did you?

The stalking was creepy right? It had started a couple of weeks after you'd met him, and it had been two weeks since the roses began appearing. You should be repulsed by the fact that he knew your every move- could hear your every breath- and yet somewhere in the back of your head, you knew you'd be doing the same thing to him if the roles were reversed.

Like two sides of the same coin.

Your blood was delicious to vampires, you knew that, it's what made you a good hunter, but maybe there was an addictive component to it as well, you could only speculate what he was going through each night when he stood over you, watching you sleep.

You definitely weren't going to make it easy for him, already had a game plan in mind that would put him into a deep grave.

You didn't fuck evil creatures of the night.

You killed them.

Case in point, you were eyeing your target right now. A beautiful raven haired girl, dancing in the midst of writhing bodies with her next victim in her arms.

He was a gorgeous boy, someone fitting for a pretty girl like her, smiling and carefree but it was all a trap. Every move was designed to allure, and she did that perfectly with the toss of her head and the sway of her hips.

You slip off your bar stool, only needing to pass close enough to show off your delectable scent. Your peripherals catch the way her head swivels in your direction when you move past, and she abandons her boy toy for you.

You hear his offended scoff, as if you didn't just save his life.

She follows you, and she isn't tactile about it, probably young then, too enraptured by the way you smell to focus on being covert.

You take your time, slipping into one of the storage rooms upstairs, pretending to be searching for something among the boxes of supplies. She doesn't make a sound, but you know she's there, you can feel her like a touch, and in seconds, she attacks.

You step out of the room, adjusting your hair and straightening your dress. In the dark light of the club, any specks of blood on your body will be overlooked easily.

You hadn't expected her to have such sharp nails, and they'd done a significant number on your shoulders. But like every other time, a single drop of blood, and she was dazed by the taste. Easy to grab the stake concealed in your shoe and finish her in seconds. You know the cleanup team has eyes on you, waiting for you to leave the area so that they can go in an get rid of any evidence left behind. Unfortunately, vampires didn't turn to ash like they did in the movies, so someone had to go in and get the corpse out.

Your heel wobbles on the sidewalk for a second before it settles and the stake clicks properly into place. You walk to the curb and don't hesitate to hop straight into the grey panel van waiting for you.

You slump into one of the seats, letting the exhaustion finally sink in as you relax.

The pain, which was a dull throbbing before, becomes more and more insistent as the adrenaline drops from your system.

"Scale of one to ten." Ethan asks, coming to sit beside you.

You peek an eye open, frowning at how close he was to you.

"Five." You say, referencing the difficulty scale you'd come up with a while ago.

He grins, and you catch a peek at why vampires would be drawn to him. He was jaw-droppingly gorgeous, and he moved with an ease similar to them.

He just wasn't your type.

His hand is on your shoulder and you hiss in pain.

"Her nails were sharp." You explain and he looks down at your wounds, reaching for some salve and bandages to begin patching you up.

His fingers are nimble and precise, and he asks permission to unzip your dress to get better access to the slashes on your shoulder.

You stay quiet, only hissing occasionally when it stings a little too much.

He works quietly on you, and when he's done, he gives you a firm pat that makes you grunt in pain and look back at him in displeasure.

His smile is cheeky, and he raises his hand to push some of your hair away from your face.

The van slows to a stop and your body presses against his for a moment before you're standing and stepping out without a word.

The old brownstone building echoes as the door closes behind you, and you find Ethan waiting on the front porch with a cigarette in hand.

"How was it?" He asks.

"Fine." You sigh, "Hoping they'll stop this soon."

"Well, they're just trying to make sure you don't fuck up like last time."

You grunt out a sigh.

"Look, I just took on more than I could handle, okay? It wasn't a big deal."

Ethan narrows his eyes at you, following as you walk to your car that's parked two blocks away to preserve secrecy.

"Don't be naive, Y/N. You faced down a vampire stronger than we've ever seen before and the most you came back with was a couple of bruises and bites." His hand reaches out to stop you mid stride and you look up with a frown.

"Does that not seem weird to you? I've seen fledglings go feral at the scent of your blood, and you expect me to believe, you expect everyone to believe that you got the upper hand just long enough to get away?"

You study him for a long moment, thoughts flying through your brain.

"Wow, Ethan, it kind of sounds like no one trusts me."

He doesn't meet your eyes.

"Wait a minute. Then why?" You ask, throwing your hands into the air and walking away from him.

"Why protect me, why send me out on jobs and keep me safe if you think I'm the enemy now?"

"Isn't it obvious?" He says, and you stop, spinning around to face him. He pulls up short when you swivel on him.

You blink at him for a few seconds.

"I'm bait?"

A nod of his head.

"You're bait." He confirms.

"Why would I be bait?"

"Because we think he's marked you."

You didn't know what that meant.

"It's something older ones can do, pick a human to keep as a slave, prolong their lives and keep them like pets."

You jerk at the information, and you were kind of scared at how much sense it made.

You turn away from him and keep on walking.

"That makes no sense. Why didn't he take me when he had the chance? Why wait?"

A grunt from behind you.

"Because he's a sick fuck that likes a hunt, probably. Filthy bloodsucker."

You turn the corner and see your car nearby.

You tug the driver's door open and Ethan's hand pops out from behind you to press it shut.

"I trust you, I really do. I'm the reason you got back into jobs so quickly."

You turn to face him, he steps in closer to cage your body against his.

"Really?" You ask.

His fingers on your chin and you know that he's going to try to kiss you next. You also know that he's going to struggle to take 'no' as an answer.

You wonder briefly if Billy is watching, from a building nearby or from the street corner a few metres away.

"Really," Ethan's voice dips to a seductive timbre, "I only want to keep you safe."

He doesn't allow you to respond, before his lips descends onto yours.

The passion is one-sided, but you doubt he even notices. You give him a gentle push, a groan of protest but he's insistent.

"Relax for me." He breathes against your lips, as you continue to try and push him away.

"Stop." You sigh, but you know you need to put more effort into your denial to get him to relent.

When his hands begin to drift over you, you finally decide to put a stop to this.

You give him a hard push, and he pulls back slowly. Your breathing is laboured as you look at each other, his head tilts in confusion.

"Sorry, E, not tonight." Is all you say, giving him a smile before you've slipped into your car and driven away.

There's a voice in the back of your head, stating a fact, that you may have just condemned him to death.

You shut your apartment door closed behind you, and freeze.

You can taste the charge of power on your tongue, feel it on your skin as if its a physical presence. There's also the metallic smell of blood permeating the air. You know it's him, sitting somewhere in your apartment, giving you an idea of the power he holds.

You take a look at the door, debating whether you should get out while you still can, run as far away as possible.

He'd just find me again, you think.

You turn away from the door decidedly. There would be a showdown tonight, one way or another. You drop your keys and your bag, kicking off your shoes.

You make him wait, grabbing a drink of water from your fridge to chase the dehydration from your body. Your shoulders still sting from your earlier confrontation tonight.

The sound of your footsteps echo through your tiny place, and you wonder which one of you is going to make it out of this apartment alive.

You push your bedroom door open. He's right where you expected him to be- sitting against your headboard, one leg extended and the other bent to put him in a comfortable position.

He's as beautiful as always, the scars on his face give him that dangerous and alluring edge and you can feel your lower regions tingle with excitement.

His mouth is slick with blood, an amused smile on his face as he takes another bite of the human heart in his left hand.

His right hand holds another red rose, twirling it around his fingers.

Of all the things there are to unpack about his appearance, you focus on the most irritating thing first.

"You're wearing your dirty boots in my bed." You say in annoyance.

The corner of his mouth lifts in amusement, and he takes another bite into the heart, as easily as he bites into an apple, chewing slowly. You give a little shudder internally at what you imagine the texture to be like on your tongue.

"How did you find me?" You ask in a quieter tone.

"Oh please." He finally says when he swallows, "I could find that wet little cunt anywhere."

Your heart beats in your chest. He was right, you were wet.

You want to ask him so many things, but instead you let your anger take control of you.

You attack just as he swallows his last bit of heart.

You grab a stake concealed on your dresser, taking a few steps toward him until you've got the pointed end pressed to his chest. To get enough leverage, you have to climb onto the bed and hover your body over his.

He gives you a bloody grin in response, fangs protruding before your eyes.

"Does that make you feel more comfortable?" He asks.

You don't respond, opting instead to press the point deeper into his chest over his blue t-shirt.

He lets out a low grunt, and suddenly he's leaning up, the stake piercing his skin as you feel his hands grip at your bare thighs, maneuvering you into his lap with one careful tug.

His shirt blooms with his blood, but he doesn't look concerned about it. Your lips part when you feel the stiffness of his erection against the inside of your thigh. You fight the urge you have to grind your body against his, knowing that you'd never be able to live that down.

"Gonna kill me now?" He asks measuredly.

"Of course." You murmur, focused on the point pressed precariously to his heart.

The slick blood on his hands is transferred easily to your thighs, wiped in streaks along the base of your dress.

"Will you give me a little goodbye gift then? A last meal?"

You roll your eyes.

"There's no way I'm ever letting you bite me again."

A look of amusement slowly grows on his face and before you know it, he's giving you a toothy grin.

He grabs the stake, forcing it away from his chest and ripping it from your grip. A flick of his wrist and it's tossed to the other end of the room.

You lose control fast.

He pushes you to your back and with inhuman strength and speed, he grabs your wrist, winding the metal of the headboard around it. While he's distracted, you manage to slide your foot up between your pressed bodies so that you're able to kick him away.

He falls back but recovers quickly, standing beside the bed and looking down at you as you realise how securely he'd bound you to the bed.

You tug, and then tug again, feeling your wrist ache as you try to pull it free.

He chuckles.

"Don't move, gonna wash this swill from my mouth to get a good taste of you."

"Fuck you." You hiss when he's at the door.

He pauses, looking back.

"If you want."

And then he's gone for the moment.

Oh shit, oh shit, is all you can repeat to yourself as you try to tug your arm free from the twisted frame.

What did you get yourself into? Why didn't you kill him when you had the chance?

And the heart? Was it Ethan's? Did he really kill Ethan that fast and beat you to your house?

Fuck

You were so dead or worse...

The door shutting draws your attention and you turn back to look at him.

He's lost his shirt, and he toes off his boots, never breaking eye contact with you.

Your eyes skim his bare chest, with its raised scars and small patches of hair. It reminds you of the last time- when he'd taken you against your will and left you empty and aching for more.

Was he going to do that now? Take you like he'd done before? Or worse, turn you into a pet like Ethan had said?

He takes a deep breath and smiles, you cross your legs trying to mask the scent of your arousal.

"Think that's going to stop me?" He asks slowly. Pressing his palms to the bed and crawling his way toward you like a predator hunting prey.

"Every night, I stand over you, and I think about the way you tasted." He hovers over you now. His fingers trail over your thigh and you flinch at the touch. He runs his tongue over his teeth and you absently notice that all hints of blood are gone from his lips.

"My sweet little morsel, dripping for me and only me."

He siezes your jaw suddenly and you grunt in pain and surprise, a twitch of your mouth as you eye him angrily. Your free hand presses against his shoulder to try and push him away to no avail.

"And no one, touches you. Do you understand me?"

Your stomach flutters.

"Go to hell." You grit out.

He looks amused.

"You think you're so much fucking better than me?" He asks carefully, releasing your jaw and tracing his hands lower, his fingers clawing into the tops of your dress, stretching the seams and letting it rip slowly as he tears it to shreds.

"What? Because you don't drink blood you think you're so superior? Think you deserve to keep this cunt for yourself?"

He leans down, having fully wrenched every scrap of your dress from your skin, leaving you in your underwear, exposed, for this being, who is more monster than man, to touch.

"Newsflash baby," his breath in your ear, "You're a murderer just like me."

"Fuck you." You hiss.

His hands smooth over your skin, and you wriggle in protest, trying to pull away from his exploring hands. They grip your shoulders and paw at your breasts over your bra before sliding down your thighs.

"Pretty little huntress, spitting fire with her mouth while her cunt drips with need."

You shiver as his hands slide down to the edges of your underwear, you try to stop him with your free hand.

When pushing him doesn't work, you slap him, across the face making your your nails leave red welts behind that heal as quickly at they're made.

"Fiery little thing, aren't you?" He murmurs, reaching up to remove your bra, your free hand is no match for his iron grip.

"How many of us have you killed?" He asks, making casual conversation as his hands smooth over your bare thighs and hook under the silky fabric of your underwear.

When you don't answer immediately, he looks up at you with angry eyes, gripping your thighs almost painfully in warning.

"One a month since I was twenty-two." You gasp, not seeing the need to hide something so irrelevant.

He does the math in his head.

"Minus you." You add in quickly and he smiles.

"Minus me." He mocks, finally pulling your underwear free from your body.

He stares at your lower half for a long time, before dropping his head to your mound and taking in a deep breath.

You try to pull away, not wanting to give him the satisfaction, but he grabs your legs and spreads you open so easily, you barely stand a chance.

You try to push him away again with your free hand, which leads him to give you a wicked smile, pulling his belt free to restrain your hand, but not before tapping the cool leather to your cheek.

He gives a toothy grin when you try to pull your hands free, and you realise that he enjoys your helplessness.

"Good," he murmurs, spreading your legs open and pushing your thighs up toward your stomach.

"Now I can eat this little pussy for as long as I want."

"Fuck you," you grit out.

He gives you a grin when he sees you clench around nothing.

He keeps his eyes locked to yours as he drops his head.

The first swipe of his tongue makes you groan, your muscles relaxing against your will, easily taken by the pleasure.

God, his tongue is good, lapping at your clit, licking into your entrance, your bliss is involuntary and you shiver, with the desperation of your resistance.

The worst part is that he moans loudly when his tongue pushes into you, and you think he must be the best actor in the world- to pretend that he loves the taste of you so much.

You resist making a sound as much as you can, settling for panting and small whines when he uses just the right pressure on your clit. His tongue circles your aching bud, and you sigh when you remember how amazing he is at this. You can't focus on anything else, too hooked on the way his tongue moves in just the right way every time.

Your body tingles, your eyes squeeze shut and you come hard in the next moment, thighs shaking where he presses them open.

He doesn't stop, fucking his tongue into you, you can barely feel it, the appendage too soft and pliable to elicit any real pleasure, but he lets out another passionate moan and you can't help clenching around his tongue.

Then, his lips are back on your clit, licking, and kissing, and making the most obscene sounds possible while he takes what he wants.

He doesn't stop when you come a second time, or the third.

It takes your fifth orgasm for him to raise his head.

By now, your eyes are wet with tears, the pleasure and overstimulation beginning to set in.

"No more, please." You plead, but his only response is a gentle kiss to your lips, the wetness on his face smearing onto your chin as he reaches up to remove your bindings.

You can hardly move, your body is unable to support itself when you finally get free.

"Sit on my face, huntress." He says, before settling his body on the bed.

You sniffle.

"C-can't."

He's not listening to you, maneuvering your body anyway, and you can't resist his guidance.

"Of course you can, silly, I don't need to breathe and I want your thighs glued to my ears."

You sniffle, and huff, reaching out to grip the headboard, pressing your cheek to the cool metal surface, begging it to support you while he takes what he wants.

You look down between your thighs, seeing the top of his face, looking up at you for a moment, eyes flashing red before his tongue is on you again.

You whine, gripping the headboard tighter as his tongue licks over your clit.

The euphoria is blinding, you simultaneously want to pass out and rock your dripping cunt on his face in hopes that it teaches him a lesson.

You can't stop yourself from saying his name, unsure of what you're asking for.

He groans, hands gripping your thighs to pull you closer to his face.

He eats you like a man starved, like you are the last fruit on earth and he's been hungry for days. You try to focus on anything else beside the movement of his tongue but you fail at that.

You let out a choked sob as you cum, your spine stiffens and your body trembles, but he just keeps going.

Each time you come, his tongue gets gentler and gentler on your clit, to avoid the sharp pain of overstimulation. He keeps you on his mouth for what feels like hours, until you're sure you're going to pass out from the pleasure.

At one point, you decide to rock your hips on his face, hearing him groan, feeling his hands encourage the motion. You sigh, grinding your pussy onto his tongue, a sound of surprise when he pushes two fingers into you easily.

The mixed motions of him licking at your clit while his fingers fuck you slowly has you almost slumped over.

"Pleaseeee," you groan, "More."

He takes this as an invitation, pumping his fingers into you faster and you sob, knowing another orgasm is imminent. He hits the right spots, every time, and at this point you're just going through the motions.

You shiver when you come, your hips make involuntary movements, and his tongue is there, lapping at your clit through the orgasm. Your eyes roll back in your head, you feel his fingers slip out of you easily. You feel boneless, scrambling to grab the headboard once again, but pretty sure you're going to pass out if he keeps this up.

How long have you been sitting on his face? You don't have any grasp of time. He grips your ass this time, pulling your hips back to his face, you can feel the slick wetness of the fingers that were just inside you, leaving trails of your come on your skin.

You try to resist this time, making an attempt to dismount his face, to stop his lips from meeting your clit, but you're just not strong enough. He grips your hip painfully in warning, before pressing your heated pussy to his tongue once more.

You let out a soft cry, trying to extract your body, wiggling your hips, but it does nothing.

Billy holds you in place, fucking you with his tongue, over and over again.

Finally, when you're too blissed and shaking to hold yourself up, your vision goes dark. You're vaguely aware of your head thumping against your soft pillow as you pass out.

Everything is blurry when you come to, moaning in surprise when you feel him push into you for the first time. Any resistance your body has, is gone, washed away by his tongue, and you gasp when you feel the delicious stretch as his cock fills you.

He takes his time, making a place inside you for himself with each little move of his hips.

"My favourite place." He murmurs, and you're not even sure that he's talking to you.

You whine, clenching around him, sharing the sentiment of his groan.

It feels like you're burning from the inside, the pleasure consuming every thought you have with each press of his cock.

You can barely move a limb, gripping the sheets tightly as he fucks you.

His fingers reach up to grip your throat, and your eyelids flutter.

"How's it feel to have a filthy bloodsucker like me deep inside you?"

Truthfully, it was the greatest sex in the fucking world, and the idea of that alarmed you into sensible thought.

"Fuck.... you..." you gasp out, feeling his fingers tighten around your neck for a brief moment, before releasing.

You shouldn't want this so bad, you shouldn't feel distraught with the thought of him stopping... but you are.

His naked body against yours and all you want to do is hold him close and beg him not to stop.

The emotion chokes you, the power of his thrusts disorient you, and the next thing you know is that you're coming with a hoarse cry around his cock.

"Good girl." He whispers in your ear, and you sob, hands leaving the wrinkled sheets to press into his cool skin. One hand on the back of his neck, keeping his face pressed to your body, the other hand grips his hip, encouraging his harsh thrusts.

You feel him kiss your neck and shoulders so gently, and you think he may bite you but you don't think you care as much.

Your ankles lock together around his hips, his name is a prayer on your lips and his body is the centerpoint of your world.

You make small gasps every time his hips meet yours. Your legs tremble and you let out another broken cry when you come.

He finally pulls back for a second, dark eyes meeting yours to study your fucked out form.

"Are you-" you gasp, struggling to say the words as your body continues to tremble with waves of burning pleasure.

"Are you going to kill me now?" You ask, looking up at him through watery eyes.

You gasp when he flips you over, grabbing a pillow to tuck under your hips before he's inside you once again, the squelching sound of your wet cunt readily accepting him.

"I should, shouldn't I? You've killed so much of my people." His hands ghost over the bandaged scratches on your back.

"I should have killed you weeks ago." He murmurs, and you sigh, defeated.

His hand sinks into your hair, pulling your head up and you moan at the sting, he forces your pliant body to arch for him.

"Wanna know a little secret, huntress?" He says, lips pressed to your ear, his cock rocking little by little inside you.

"I don't want to kill you. From the moment I saw you, I knew that you were mine."

The words send a wave of bliss down your stomach, scattering like sparks down your body.

His.

It shouldn't feel so right.

He's your enemy. He has to be.

Why are you pushing your hips back on his cock?

He grunts.

"That's it baby, fuck back on me... you're not going to be able to walk after this."

You didn't think you could walk right now.

His hips slap against yours, as he suddenly sets a brutal pace, finally seeing what sort of pleasure vampires were truly capable of giving.

His pace is harsh, fast, your eyes roll back in your head as you're pretty sure his cock is going to kill you.

You can't make a sound, can't move a muscle, all you can do is take and take and take and take and take and take-

You feel a strong wave of pleasure when you finally come, somewhere in the back of your mind, you're aware that he comes too, a loud roar of bliss as his hips stutter. Your body quivers violently, and you can do nothing except allow it to overwhelm you in the best way. You're vaguely aware of the feeling of him filling you, you can feel his come, as it's pumped into you, a little cooler than your internal body temperature.

He slips out, falling into bed beside you and pulling your body to his so that you're wrapped in each other still.

"You didn't bite me." You murmur, in realisation, meeting his eyes.

He smiles, the scars on his face crinkling adorably.

"I didn't need to." He whispers back, a surprisingly gentle kiss to your cheek.

But you promised you would, you think, unable to formulate another sound, falling asleep, pressed against him.

Sore.

It's what you first feel when you come to.

Aching.

Everything fucking aches.

The only thing that doesn't hurt is breathing, taking slow breaths, humming in discomfort as you move, finding a more comfortable spot in bed before relaxing again.

You don't remember your bed being this comfortable, you feel like a gooey puddle, sinking into the soft sheets, feeling like you've become one with the bed.

A satisfied sigh, followed by more sleep.

A hand in your hair, his fingers massaging into your scalp. You sigh, loving the comfort.

"You've been asleep for a while. You should eat."

You give a groan of complaint and you hear him laugh.

You peek an eye open at him, and you gasp, forcing your body to sit up and look around.

This wasn't your room.

"Where am I?" You ask, turning to look at him accusingly. You climb out of bed, your knees buckle momentarily, but you're able to recover.

"My place." He answers simply, and you look down, finding yourself in an oversized shirt, probably his.

"You kidnapped me." You say accusingly.

"Yup." He confirms, as if you're talking about the weather.

You give a shake of your head.

How could you be so stupid?

You're out the bedroom door in seconds.

His place is a penthouse apartment somewhere in upstate New York, by the quick glance you take out of the windows.

"Where are you going?" He calls from behind you, and you pause to look back at him.

"I have to go back. They'll be looking for me."

Especially if they realise Ethan is probably dead. You were technically the last person to see him alive.

You get the front door open an inch before his hand is pressing it shut.

"You really think they're going to let you live if you go back to them? They were using you as bait. They'll kill you on sight if they suspect you've been compromised."

"They're my family. They'll understand."

"They make a living out of killing innocent people."

"No one we kill is innocent." You argue.

"Oh please," he says, pushing away from the door, you turn to look at him as he walks away from you.

"They train you to hunt and kill the first vampire you find. They don't care if the vampire doesn't kill humans. Once they have fangs and red eyes, they're the enemy."

"Vampires kill people." You say, taking a step toward him and he laughs.

"Do you really think it's that black and white? Of course you do, all vampires are bad just like all humans are good, right?"

You give a little shake of your head, too disoriented for an ethics lesson from a murderer.

"And you didn't kidnap me from my home to make me your little human pet? Don't act like you're the better person here because we both know that's bullshit." You retaliate.

Another shake of his head. He doesn't face you, looking out at the window instead.

"More lies from an organisation that wants to control you. We don't enslave people... we choose..." his voice trails off, but you step toward him angrily, eager to hear what he has to say.

"What? You choose what? Prey?" You ask.

He doesn't meet your eyes.

"Mates."

You step back.

No way. This wasn't happening.

Your heart squeezes in your chest, you glance at the door.

"Why don't you hear what I have to say, before you try to leave? Maybe eat something too while you listen."

You hesitate.

"You're not going to just let me leave, are you?" You ask cautiously.

He grins at you.

"Definitely not, huntress, but maybe hearing me out means you stay willingly."

"And if I don't want to hear you out?" You ask.

"I can find other ways to use my mouth that I know you'd like."

You press your thighs together at the thought and he gives you a smug smile.

"Fine," you murmur in defeat, "Lead the way."

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How to live a normal high school life while also being kind to people Guide 101 ♡

⚠ WARNING ⚠ THIS GUIDE IS SUPPOSEDLY TO LIVE A NORMAL HIGH SCHOOL LIFE, NOT ATTRACT A POTENTIAL LOVESICK PERSON STALKING YOU JUST BECAUSE OF ONE SIMPLE ACT OF KINDNESS!

cw: yandere behavior, stalking, and murder.

pairing: Yandere Dainsleif x Gender Neutral Reader

This is an inspiration to the game The HappyHills Homicide.

Step 1 : Do NOT stand out, do not socialize or interact with popular students. Do not dress up differently than the others. Do not act as if you're a headless chicken. If so, you will attract attention.

You've always wanted to live a normal high school life. Just a few friends, some homeworks here and there, and not attracting attention. Middle school hit you HARD. So you basically crave not getting attention.

Step 2 : Do not be afraid to socialize as well. Remember, you're trying to live a normal high school life. Being alone will also potentially attract attention. You don't want to be called the quiet kid, do you?

It's day four in your first week of high school, and congrats! You got yourself a friend. Her name is Xiangling. She's very passionate about cooking, though, she could be a little handful at times. But she's a very good friend other than that! (Plus, her cookings taste delicious. But, we don't include that.)

Step 3 : Remember, be kind to others. Whether they deserve it, or not. You don't wanna stoop to their level. Assert dominance by being fair. And by fair, I mean kind.

It's now week three of your high school, and you noticed an.. outcast? Of some sort. You heard that he was from a dirty land, and has a weird mask on his left eye. Saying that he doesn't deserve anything good coming to him. All you hear about him are just mocks and insults. You couldn't help but be sorry for him.

Step 4 : Do NOT befriend the outcast of your school. That will instantly put a spotlight on your head. Obviously you'll become a source of attention, and not a very good one either. After all, they ARE the outcast for a reason.

“ H - Hi! I noticed that you always come here at lunch time. AND- AND! In case you're wondering, I'm not here to mock you. I'm just wondering if you need a little company. You've.. always seemed lonely. ”

Step 5 : Remember to raise your hand at times in class so you don't get targeted by teachers. Don't answer too many questions, though. Otherwise your class will view you as the smart kid, when in reality, you're just paying attention to the teacher's explanations.

“ Hey, Dain! Do you know the answer to this one? I uhm.. Answered a question like this in class but I forgot.. ” You scratched the back of your head, sweat dropping. “ It's 46. ” Dain responded, not bothering too nervous to look at you. “ Oh, right! Thanks! You're always so smart, next time, I'll be the one answering the question you don't know the answer to! ”

Step 6 : In any way possible, avoid to get one of the important roles in any high school event. Just be a bystander. You're living a normal high school life, not an attention deprived high school life.

“ Dain! Do you um.. Maybe want to go to prom with me? Xiangling's too busy to come and.. I don't wanna go to prom alone. ” Seriously? You're asking him to prom? Him? The outcast? “ I'm.. sorry. But I'll have to decline. ” A frown then appeared at your face, disappointed. “ I'm not fond of attention. But.. We could maybe dance.. At my place. If you insist. ” Looks like you're getting the dance, just not at school grounds.

If you're doing this guide correctly. Congratulations! You now have yourself a normal, average high school life! Free from any kinds of attention! If you aren't, clearly you did at least one step wrong. Oh well, can't reverse it now.

Dainsleif already knew what he was gonna get into. He knew that he's always gonna be the outcast, no matter how many times he transferred to another school. At this point, it doesn't matter anymore. If he's getting educated, then it's better than nothing.

But then, you appeared. It was a bright, hopeful light in his dark, twisted world. But he doesn't know what kind of a person you are. He has met many, many people. Obviously you're just gonna stab him in the back, make up some stupid, untruthful rumors about him.

But you didn't, he even stalked observed you. Yet, you didn't do anything his mind imagined. You were just a kind, pure soul. Untainted from the ugly, dirty world he belongs.

Yet, he wonders. Why? Why are you giving him your kindness? Your time? Your warmth? He believes that he is a stained, dirty soul. He was born in a dirty land, after all. So why?

He couldn't take it. He really can't. You felt like a drug to him. Each time he spent his time with you, each food he shared together with you, each touch he shared with you. It felt like ecstasy. So addicting, so joyful. So warm.

He couldn't help but feel the need to protect you. The world could destroy your fragile soul so easily. It went to the point where he felt like it's not a want anymore. It's a need. He has to protect you. He will protect you.

After all, that's what he's doing when he's burning one of the jocks in his school that was bothering you to help him. He's protecting you. It's alright, right?

After all, it's necessary for him to shoot the teacher who's always done nothing but give him false information as ‘ proper education ’ with a crossbow multiple times to his body as he begs for mercy. He's protecting you, you could've been the teacher's next victim if he transferred to another school.

Even though he used to feel dirty, to have blood on his hands. He doesn't, not anymore. Not when you gave him your sweet smile. Not when you embrace him to a hug. Not when you spend time with him, not caring for a single thing in the world. Just him and you. Just him and you. Just him. And you.

He made a promise to himself to get rid of anyone in his way just to finally be with his beloved.

“ Soon. ” Dainsleif muttered, wiping the fingerprints off the machete his classmate owned. Not bothering to clean the blood off the same machete. “ We'll be together soon, my love. ”

“ Once I finish repenting from my ‘ sins’ .. Only then will I be worthy to be seen as your partner. ” A sick, twisted smile came into the view. As he finally finishes the bloody writing on the wall.

‘ I AM RETRIBUTION. ’

Author's Note: I like HappyHills Homicide ^^

#yandere genshin impact x female reader #yandere genshin impact #yandere genshin imagines #yandere genshin x reader #yandere genshin x male reader #yandere genshin #yandere genshin headcanons #genshin impact #genshin impact x gender neutral reader #genshin impact x male reader #genshin impact x you #genshin impact x reader #genshin impact dainsleif #yandere dainsleif #dainsleif #male reader #female reader #gender neutral reader

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dmagedgoods · 7 months

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Birds of Passage - Log 2

to log 1 ~ Wilderness, day 2 after the escape. We found something interesting among the rubble and debris. I may as well keep it for a while, although I’m not sure yet if it’s valuable or just nicely decorated: A white-haired elf, one of those with a pedigree, as ridiculously handsome as they come; the kind who wouldn’t take a second look at a mongrel like me: half elf and half the scum who called himself my father. Nobles like our new friend (Astarion, he introduced himself), tend to react deliciously surprised when I appear to slit their throats. Under different circumstances, back in Baldur’s Gate, he either would have been one of my clients or – and the role fits him better – my target. Probably one of those who start doing some endearing begging with my blade close to their delicate, lotioned, and perfumed skin. Maybe I would have taken his pleading offer to accept twice the sum to turn against his enemy instead. He truly is handsome. And he has quite a pretty voice, overly dramatic, but pretty. I’m sure he can be convincing if he tries a little more. To my immense delight, our roles were reversed when I met him and had turned around to leave him to whatever issue he was facing with one of the still-alive creatures from the ship. – Not Us anyway, I assumed, and felt the elf’s knife at my throat a moment later. “I was so hoping for a kind soul. Well, not to worry.” He is fast, but not as fast as me. I overwhelmed him in a heartbeat, and he retreated. “What did you and those tentacled freaks do to me?” The memory is strangely vivid, I can almost hear his words. Does the worm in my head make it easier to recall those moments? They are clear and strong when I focus on them, as if they happened seconds ago, right here and now, not half a day ago. “I haven’t done anything to you. Yet.” His angry little smile made me smirk and hope he’d try to attack me again. “You arrogant little …” Then our tadpoles connected. He has been on the ship with us. And like me and Shadowheart, he urgently needs to get rid of the unwelcome guest in his conceited head. It seems there are more people with the issue than I assumed. This ship must have been full of unlucky bastards kidnapped all around Baldur’s Gate by those tentacled abominations. One of them managed to get stuck in a wall. Gale is the name of this doing-good-mage. He’s quite fond of pompous drivel for someone I had to pull out the stonework of some ruin, and he joined our little group. I fear I’ll have to stab him if he starts holding lectures. Searching another part of the shipwreck, before we encountered the wizard, revealed that some of the intellect devourers indeed survived the crash. And even one of the mind fuckers – though badly injured and close to death. I left them to their fate and I guess they already stopped breathing by now. Or maybe not and they have a long last night ahead of them. Note to self: Close to the beach, eastern from the wreckage, we found a door that may lead to some interesting place in the best of cases and some old, empty cave in the worst. I have to try and see if I can open the lock.

#baldur's gate 3 #baldurs gate 3 #bg3 #astarion #tav #birds of passage #birds of passage - log 2 #oc: rowley #dmagedtexts #my writing #misusing the tadpole as writing device to get some more immediate scenes #despite the journal style #bg 3 spoilers #dmagedplaying

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ruhzero · 1 year

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Looking Good

Imagine your F/O helping you get ready for work/school, or vice versa.

If you wear makeup, imagine your F/O offering to help apply it and doing their best to make it look perfect.

If you have to wake up early in the morning, imagine being woken up by a delicious smell of your favorite breakfast and going to the kitchen to see your F/O cooking it, or they even bring it to you so you can have breakfast in bed, either case you're greeted with a beautiful smile and a soft "good morning".

When it comes to your clothes, imagine them helping you button up your sleeves buttons and/or the buttons of your upper clothing; if you wear a tie, imagine them helping you put it on or even tie the knot; imagine them putting your shoes on so you can focus on other things and check if you didn't forgot anything. (The tie part is the hardest one, who the hell invented them? >:v)

Right before you leave, they ask if you're not forgetting anything, and knowing what they're talking about you lean in for a kiss, but you're interrupted with a finger on your lips and a sound of keys that they're giving to you.

"I meant the "keys", but you can have the "kiss" too."

So they give you a quick peck/passionate kiss and let you go after saying your goodbye's, but not for too long 'cause you'll be back later and maybe get your revenge on that keys-kiss thing.

(Remember that you can also imagine this with the roles reversed.)

Prosh*ppers DNI!

#f/o #self shipping #self ship #fictional other #f/o positivity #fictional character #f/o stuff #f/o prompts #imagine your f/o #proshippers dni #proshitters dni

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abyssmarked · 7 months

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[ INVITE ] : sender asks receiver into a private room with nobody else present.

a lot has happened since nepharia's first meeting with lord gortash himself -- she would have rathered to take her time, maybe play a longer game of getting closer to him and gaining his trust. but unfortunately, orin the red forced nepharia's need to rush along the process. she kidnapped lae'zel, and as much as the two of them bickered, neph knows for a fact that lae'zel would do everything in her power to rescue her if the roles were reversed. and nepharia wants to say it's because she's growing a stronger backbone after facing everything she's faced thus far, but alas, the bigger motivation to facing orin is acquiring her stone. in the fiend's mind, orin would be much more difficult to find, let alone face, than gortash. gortash is another powerful man, after all. and most powerful men are all weak to their most basic desires. and perhaps, after she absorbs every ounce of his life - force for herself, she'll be more than strong enough for the blood bath to surely come.

nepharia doesn't come to him in armor this time, but a nice, black gown that hugs her petite figure with the neckline that almost dips down to her navel. she even added golden jewelry to hang from the horns curled at either side of her head, and strappy, golden shoes that tie ribbons up her pale calves. being a succubus, she already exudes a natural pheromone, but the magic offered by her patron lets her enhance her charms.

she's confident, but she doesn't want to let her guard down. she needs everything to seem natural, and since she arrived, she's been holding meaningful conversation. she's been feeding into his ego, but not so much that it seems forced or fake. she's really good at feigning interest : a lot of maintaining intense eye contact, little touches here and there, the wrist, the shoulder.

once he's finished giving her a tour of some of the grounds, they find themselves alone in his office. the air is a bit thicker here, as her anxiety briefly heightens. being alone with him feels dangerous, not having the people who have been near her throughout this entire journey around her feels... wrong. gods, this entire situation has made her too dependent on others, and that feels like weakness. she turns her back to him, sauntering slowly around his office as she glances around at all of the surroundings. she's finding things that might be useful in case everything goes sideways, ' i would kill for a place like this, ' she tells him, flashing a fanged smirk at him from over a freckled shoulder, knowing all too well herself how true of a statement that is.

' there's something about you, lord gortash, ' there's a pause as she turns to face him, letting her clawed fingertips strategically fiddle with the fabric of her dress, opening the neckline a bit further to expose more of the soft flesh around her breasts, only slightly as she slowly approaches, ' it's more than the riches, and the glory, ' another pause, her voice is smooth and sultry as icy orbs lock onto his, charm spell in full effect, ' it's the respect. ' she emphasizes the word, as if it alone is what has her so worked up, and she steps directly before him. she has to look up at him, though she tries her best to feel larger mentally. ' people revere you. some even fear you. it's quite... ' as she finds her words, she lets her eyes darken with desire as pale hues slowly look him up and down, as if drinking him in. some of her reactions are genuine. she can feel her body reacting to the excitement of potential sustenance, and his faint arousal smells delicious already. she can feel her mouth begin to moisten, ' ... intoxicating. ' @lordgortrash

#lordgortrash #answered.#i’m excited about this :D

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nuinindia2023 · 9 months

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Day 17

Happy Birthday Gauravi! We kicked off today with breakfast from the buffet at our hotel. It has delicious food spanning from Indian cuisine to Western cuisine. Then, we went to the headquarters of CureFit, a health and fitness company.

First we got an office tour from Rishi. It was interesting to learn that there are no role titles at CureFit, and there are no assigned desks. Each floor is stocked with fitness equipment that we got to try out. They had treadmills, monkey bars, ellipticals, a basketball court, and even a massage chair.

Then, we listened to a presentation from Shalabh, a strategy leader at CureFit. He gave us an overview on CureFit, and told us that they are a new age company attempting to make health easy in India. After that, Mujtabha, who works in the fitness group, spoke to us about the fitness business within CureFit, CultFit. He told us that CultFit exists in 90 cities across India. Then Shahbaaz, a brand manager, presented to us and told us about an exciting upcoming collaboration with Marvel. Next, we had lunch on the open-air top floor. We ate the delicious and nutritious Indian food that CureFit caters for its workers every day.

After lunch, we listened to Phalguni present on the brand and marketing side of CureFit. She taught us that CureFit has the mission of making fitness fun, easy, and accessible. Then Rishi presented to us and showed us CureFit advertisements. Lastly, Mujtabha told us about the history of the company, and his journey working at CureFit. It was a pleasure getting to learn from so many inspiring members of the CureFit team. Then, we celebrated Gauravi’s birthday with a chocolate cake. Pictured is Sagar feeding the cake to her after we sang. Finally, we visited SugarFit, a health-tech company owned by CureFit that aims to manage and reverse diabetes.

To end our visit, we did a CultFit Zumba class. It was easily one of the highlights of my time in India. It was a great break from our learning and work! We came back to the hotel and all did our own thing for dinner because we are prioritizing our case studies due this week. Excited to visit the Incubation Cell tomorrow!

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writtenjewels · 1 year

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Confront

Jonathan closed a hand around his wrist to mimic the cuffs that had rested there not long ago. It was still strange seeing his reflection in the mirror without the orange jumpsuit on; he'd been wearing the damn thing every single day for the past five years. The clothes he wore now were pretty simple but at least they were different. At least he got to choose to wear them.

“Finn?” He pulled out of his thoughts, turning toward the voice and giving the detective a smile.

“Ah, Detective Marney. I thought by now you and I were on a first-name basis after all we've been through.” He could never tell with her if she was going to roll with his comments or double down on the cop persona. Judging by the little smile on her lips, she was choosing to roll this time.

“Sure, Jonathan. Or do you prefer Johnny?”

“Jonathan,” he decided after some thought. “Johnny makes me sound like I'm some kind of serial killer.” That got Marney to roll her eyes before adopting a serious expression. Back to the cop persona. It was impressive how quickly she turned that off and on.

“You sure you want to do this?” she asked him.

“My therapist says it's good for me to confront my past.” And it was a hard pill for him to swallow, accepting the truth about what Adam did to him. Back then, Jonathan was higher than the ISS and was an easy target for Adam's manipulation. Adam preyed on Jonathan's vulnerability, the pain from their shared past, the loyalty Jonathan felt for the one person he thought he could trust.

Daniella got off easy: she got to play the victim and all these years later her only dark spot was resisting arrest. What was Jonathan's reward for following Adam's plan? Five years of his life gone and hours away from losing the rest of it. Even though he was cleared of the charges, people would never stop seeing Jonathan as a killer.

Marney opened the door for him and let him walk through. Adam was there in cuffs. He watched Jonathan mutely as the other crossed to the unoccupied chair and took a seat.

“Roles reversed,” Jonathan hummed thoughtfully.

“You got out,” Adam said. “Just as I said.”

“You did say that,” Jonathan agreed. “But the thing is, you said it would happen about four years and several months ago, Adam.” Jonathan clasped his hands together and squeezed hard to channel some of his anger. “Took me a long time to realize you were never going to make good on your promise. How quick did you give up on me, Adam? As soon as the judge banged the gavel?”

“I was good on my promise,” Adam argued. “The Trapper struck again.”

“Don't pretend that was for me. You were just saving your own skin like always.” Marney had already briefed him on Calvary's murder. Jonathan was livid and would have punched Adam in the face if he was allowed. That fucker waited until Jonathan was on death's door before making a move. Probably wouldn't have done anything if Jonathan hadn't named him and made the police reopen the case.

“Why are you here, Johnny?” Adam's eyes flicked to the two-way mirror. “Does Detective Marney think you can get me to confess something?”

“First of all, you lost the right to use a nickname for me. And second, what Detective Marney thinks is... irrelevant, as the lawyers might say. I'm here because I need to know something.” Jonathan leaned forward to fix a steely gaze on the other man. “You were my best friend at the orphanage, or so I thought. Did you ever see me like that, or was I always just another little rat for you to trap?”

“I don't, ah... I don't know what you mean.” Adam always got nervous when he lied, umming and ahhing and darting his eyes around the room. How had he ever fooled the police?

“I didn't see it for what it was,” Jonathan admitted. “But the rats never do, don't they? All they can see is that delicious piece of cheese.” Adam didn't respond and Jonathan let out a huff, leaning back in his chair again. “I guess my best friend really did die in that fire, huh?”

“Johnny...”

“Don't call me that!” Jonathan slammed his fists down on his knees. He couldn't see her but he sensed Marney shifting on the other side of the glass, ready to burst in and pull him out. Jonathan closed his eyes and went through the breathing exercise his therapist taught him. When his eyes opened again he felt a little calmer. “You promised to make everyone who hurt us pay,” Jonathan recalled. “But you hurt me worse than any of them put together. You gonna make good on that old promise and pay for it?”

He didn't wait for an answer; he was already up on his feet and knocking on the door. Jonathan already knew Adam would pay for what he did. For once in his life, the justice system wasn't going to fail Jonathan. And it turned out his therapist was right: confronting that made him feel a whole lot better.

#jonathan finn #adam jones #hidden agenda

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fursasaida · 2 years

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last night I saw a fun, interesting production of A Midsummer Night’s Dream. a lot of things about the staging were inventive and cool--the effects they used for the magical love-potion flower, for instance--and there was some really effective double-casting. (Oberon and Titania also played Duke Theseus and Hippolyta, the Players also played the lower fairies, Puck played Hermia’s father--in that case it wasn’t just the same actor, but literally the character Puck was playing that part: the actor gave the audience a sly, direct look as she exited her last scene as the father.)

they also took a lot of liberties with the script, most of which worked really well. (some of the dance/movement-based interludes were unnecessary or a bit overthought, IMO, but that’s about it for the “didn’t work” column.) it was a predominantly Black cast, and a certain style of ad-libbing reminiscent of gospel, soul, and pastoral speech was clearly encouraged (including but not limited to singing). this allowed some of the smaller roles to get a lot more definition and personality than they often do. the Players had a sense of developed relationships with each other and group camaraderie that even got a little mini-arc through singing (this arc also made me way more invested in the play-within-the-play than usual). Snug became incredibly endearing (also, i think, maybe implicitly autistic? there was a lot of stimming) and the whole room was pulling for them hard when it was time for them to actually perform as Lion. the performers playing Bottom and Hermia were the best I’ve ever seen in those roles! (the scene where the four lovers keep trying to fight each other, culminating in Hermia attacking Helena, was absolutely god damn transcendent.)

however--or, sort of a however; I’m not sure what I think about this--the biggest change was that they reversed Oberon’s and Titania’s roles.

that is: they had Titania dose Oberon with the love juice and Oberon fall in love with Bottom. (basically this meant changing one line in the speech where Oberon Titania lays out his her plan, and then after that they essentially switched parts but kept their names.) from the dramaturg’s note in the program, the point of this seems to have been giving the women the upper hand, and emphasizing the forest as a place where female desire is consequential and to be honored. this also obviously lets them make Oberon and Bottom queer. (as an aside, Oberon’s costuming and performance conveyed this EXTREMELY effectively from the first second of his entrance, and that part I unreservedly loved. you could have had that without the plot change!) doubtless related to both points, the note also said that they tried to take the shame out of the whole episode of sleeping with a donkey-man and let it be a delicious thrill instead.

my thing is that i’m not sure this is all really coherent. this paragraph is going to sound like a “your choices are hashtag problematic, you have Sinned” list but that’s not really the point: it’s that they set that kind of contemporary moral-political goal for themselves, and i’m not sure they achieved it because, you know, Shakespeare inhabited a different world and all that. whatever’s #problematic here (if anything is) is of interest because of the incoherence it reveals, not because it might be read as losing Progressive Points. so: if the point is to honor female desire, then it seems a bit upside-down to change the play so Titania never gets laid. wouldn’t it make more sense to destigmatize the Bottom episode and let her keep it? but at the same time: i’m not sure it’s really possible to eliminate the negative or debasing character of that sexual act, because both Puck and Oberon (here, Titania) are so gleeful over what a bizarre creature the object of the prank has fallen for. and so now that glee and bizarritude is attached to queer sex? it also means that the transgression of sexual consent becomes not just a general thing that happens in this story a bunch but something that categorically happens to men and only men. is this feminist or is it Girl Power stuff that hasn’t been fully thought through? and more importantly, what does it do for the play?

on the one hand, putting Titania in charge of all of this does foreground some elements of what they want to foreground, in that her sympathy for Helena and Hermia and distaste for Demetrius’ dickery looks much more like #WomenSupportingWomen. (i repeat my question about girl power.) she takes on in some ways almost an auntie role: in observing the mortals’ drama she’d say things like “oh, girl no” (Helena early on) or “okay! yes, girl!” (Hermia spurning Demetrius). when the fairy sovereigns make their last exit, and--in this case--Oberon says Titania has to tell him how he came to find himself sleeping on the ground among these mortals, she said “i ain’t gonna tell him!” to the audience. i was getting some “the man is the head but the woman is the neck” energy, partly reinforced via both the double-casting and the way Hippolyta was played (exasperated with Theseus). again i repeat my question, but: i also think this is just less interesting?

when Oberon rebukes Demetrius’ behavior at the same time that he’s being such a dick to his Queen, it speaks I think to something about the fairies’ alienness, and also about the relationships between the different parts of the play and what it means for it to be a comedy. the rest of the dramaturg’s note is about how Midsummer foregrounds theater as a kind of magic, something that makes and regulates the world and undoes social station, and in that sense the play-within-the-play and the action in the woods mirror each other. i think that’s right (and things like the double-casting brought it out well!). but i don’t think they’re quite the same as each other, and i don’t think they should be. i don’t think the Fairy Queen should be motivated by, like, gender partisanship?

because the other way in which the forest action mirrors the other parts of the play is that ultimately it is about restoring order: putting everyone in their proper places. (the note claims that the ultimate goal of Midsummer isn’t weddings, as is usually the case in comedies, but rather the staging of a play. this isn’t wrong, but i think it overstates things a bit.) there’s that whole great speech about how the fight between Titania and Oberon has deranged nature, right, which implies that the love-tangle-plus-patriarchy the mortals are dealing with is also unnatural, or the initially proclaimed outcome (Hermia has to marry someone she doesn’t love, join essentially a convent, or die) would be. the fairies can set this right in a way human law cannot; in a sense the whole play can be read as a staging of the sovereign exception/decision via the device of embodying law and decision (or nomos and auto-nom-y) separately, in two different courts, sovereigns, and settings, one of which is patriarchal and one of which is magical. (this makes a lot of sense: Schmitt always insisted that sovereign decision was equivalent to a miracle). i have no problem with the Fairy Queen rather than King being the ultimate sovereign who can step outside of all the conflicts and resolve them. to the extent that this choice reinforces the difference between the fairy and human courts, i think it’s a good choice. but i do, I think, have a problem with the implication that she’s doing what she’s doing because men ain’t shit. it’s too human. it draws the wrong kind of equivalence. it’s important that the fairy court does mirror the mortal court without being identical to it, that fairy power and its objects of concern be different from mortal power and its objects. i want her thing to be that she thinks mortals, rather than men, ain’t shit--if you see the distinction i’m drawing. (Puck still brought that across very well.)

you could still do a lot of what they wanted to do without swapping the roles, IMO. you could make both Fairy Sovereigns men, or women, for instance. you could keep in the queer aspects of how they were each portrayed (when they had their first argument it basically started as a walk-off) without the swap. or you could do what they did and just change some of the extratextual stuff to get away from that “men ain’t shit” business. but again, i’m not exactly even mad at it--just, turning it over in my mind. it mostly worked, or didn’t not work. the actor playing Titania/Hippolyta was excellent, so i’m certainly not complaining about her having more to do.

either way, i have never in my life enjoyed Hermia so much or laughed so hard at the play within a play, and i’ve never attended a Shakespeare performance that got this much crowd interaction going. (especially for a pretty sparse crowd!) it was good overall for sure. if you’re in the DC area, consider dropping by the Folger Shakespeare Theater’s production of Midsummer at the National Building Museum; whatever else I think, it was definitely worth seeing.

#just jibbin'#theater #shakespeare

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@k3ysm4sh said in reply to:

OH NO please don't worry i didn't interpret this as "SOMEONE…. should do this" more like "i am reading what you are saying here and i think we're on the same page but i'm not sure. here's what i think" LOL

i totally hear you on focusing on galahad though. he definitely is a major reason why te'ijal gets so fucked in the head

if not THE major reason honestly.

which makes te'ijal doubly fascinating for me. she's always been the one full of certainty because she's team vampire forever and to have that taken away from her is delicious angst 😂

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OKAY GOOD i was pretty sure i was being over-cautious saying that but i still wanted to just in case gfdgsfjkd YEAH!!! i think we are on very similar pages but a slightly different angle to it, which is great. i love hearing your perspective

YEAH. YEAH i think one of my favorite things about this time period is that it's such a role reversal because now galahad's decisions are fucking te'ijal up and she's lost her certainty/footing while he gets to be confident in their dynamic & happy. and 1) i think that finally starts to put her past behavior into perspective for her and 2) MAN THE ANGST OPPORTUNITIES

#dear mel #im working on a te'ijal character study and it is taking all my effort to not disproportionately make it abt the Human Time

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luxebanana · 2 years

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Diabolik Lovers DARK FATE ー Laito Dark [06]

ー The scene starts in the kitchen of the Sakamaki manor

Yui: ーー Um...Now I just let it simmer on low heat for about two more minutes...Then sprinkle a little black pepper on top as a finishing touch...

There, all done!

( Which leaves pouring the berry sauce on top of the blancmange (1) I left in the refrigerator to chill...Thereーー )

Laito: Bitch-chan~

*Rustle*

Yui: ...!?

Laito: Nn~~! What a wonderful fragrance. I can’t get enough...

Yui: It’s almost ready, so hang on, okay?

Laito: Tut-tut! While I won’t deny that the pot simmering on the stove in front of us gives off a lovely scent as well.

There’s something even more fragrant right in front of me, no~? Nfu~

Yui: L-Laito-kun...

Laito: Would you like to have dinner? Or perhaps...You’d rather indulge in me~? (2)

Yui: Gosh, don’t tease me, Laito-kun.

Laito: How cruel! I’m not messing with you. I’m dead serious.

My cute Bitch-chan is over here showing off her best cooking skills for my sake while leaving her back wide open.

It’d go against the etiquette if I weren’t to use this as an opportunity to pounce you, right?

Yui: The etiquette...

Laito: Exactly~ It’s common manners.

Yui: ( Hmー Laito-kun sure is enjoying this lifestyle... )

( I always get caught up in his flow, but right now we have to be on guard for those Wolves... )

Laito: Bitch-chan, are you listening?

Yui: I am.

Laito: Nfu~ Then, which do you fancy? Food? Or me?

If you choose me...I’ll make sure to treat you to a whole 3-course meal right here, right now, you know? Fufufu.

Yui: ( G-Geez...! )

Selection

→ Laito-kun (♡)

Yui: In that case...I’ll go for you.

Laito: Heeh, you’re such a lewd girl.

However, I like that dirty side of you a whole lot too...Nn...

*Smooch*

Laito: Then, I shall fulfill your wish and right here, right noーー Woah!?

→ Food

Yui: ーー I guess I’ll go for the meal then.

Laito: Eh?

Yui: ...I want to eat.

Laito: Eeh?

Yui: Like I said...I’m picking the food...

Laito: Ah-aaah~ I can’t hear you?

Yui: ( ...He really does not want to sit down and eat... )

ー The pot nearly boils over

Yui: Ah! Oh no!!

Laito: ...!

Yui: Laito-kun, excuse me for a second!

Laito: We were just about to get to the good part too...

Yui: ( I guess I dodged the bullet...? )

*TIMESKIP*

ー The scene shifts to the dining room

*Cling*

Laito: Nnー That was delicious!

Yui: I’m so glad to hear that!

Laito: I wonder if your love for me has casted a spell on this dish? Fufufu.

Yui: I-I wonder...?

Laito: Say, Bitch-chan...?

*Rustle*

Yui: Hm...?

( ...!? Laito-kun’s extending his foot from the opposite side of the table...!? )

Laito: Is something wrong~?

Yui: H-Hold up...Laito-kun! Y-Your foot...! It’s brushing against my thigh...

Laito: Eeh~? I’m not sure what you’re talking about~?

Yui: ...

Laito: Let’s continue where we left off earlier.

Yui: Where we left off...?

Laito: Fufufu. No point in still feigning innocence at this point, right?

*Rustle*

Yui: ( ...!? He suddenly vanished... )

Yui: W-What are you doing!? Laito-kun...?

Laito: What do you mean? ...I ducked underneath the table...And right now I’m...Nn.

*Smooch*

Laito: Kissing your leg.

Yui: ...!!

Laito: I suppose I could spend the whole night going down on your legs...~?

Yui: No way...

Laito: That’s what I’d love to say, but we better get out of here first.

Yui: W-We’re moving to another house?

Laito: Yup. Which one of our ‘vacation homes’ do you want to hit up today?

Personally...I don’t have a preference as long as it’s somewhere which allows me to indulge in you thoroughly...Haah...

Yui: ...

Laito: Bitch-chan, that’s a lovely expression...Nfu~ Are you getting worked up, perhaps?

On certain CGs, little black roses will appear on the screen. If you click on them, you get an extra line of dialogue.

“Nfu~ There’s nothing more shameless than seeing you fully expose your bare legs to me like this. I really can’t get enough of it.”

“Kneeling down in front of you and kissing you like this...Nn...Kind of makes it seem like the roles have been reversed, it’s really arousing, don’t you think?”

Laito: I know, don’t worry. Judging from the look on your face, you want me...Don’t you? ...Nn...

ー He bites her

Yui: Ah...!!

( His fangs are...sinking into my leg... )

Laito: Nn...Nn...Nfu~ ...Haah...

Yui: Aah...Laito-kun...You can’t...

Laito: Haah...Telling me ‘no’ only tempts me to do it even further, you know? Although I’m sure you’re aware of that as well?

Nn...Phew...

Yui: ( I can’t...My mind is going...completely blank... )

Laito: ...Haah...Oh no, oh no~ Your blood and body are just far too alluring...Haah.

It makes me want to take things one step further...Fufufu.

Yui: ...Haah...

Laito: Well then, Bitch-chan. Shall we head to our next residence...~?

Yui: R-Right now...?

Laito: Do you want to enjoy the afterglow a little longer? Fufu. Let’s pick things back up after we’ve moved places? Okay...?

Come on, Princess...Since you seem to be having trouble standing, I’ll carry you in my arms, okay~?

Yui: Ah...

*Rustle*

Laito: Let’s go.

ー The scene shifts to the Church

Yui: ( Visiting this Church helps me relax...I guess that’s to be expected though, since I once called this place my home. )

Laito: Okay. Seems like they haven’t found us.

I guess you must feel some sense of relief from returning here, don’t you?

I feel like you look even more calm than usual.

Yui: It’s where I was raised after all, so of course it does. ...This is a place of many memories for me as well.

Laito: It must be nice to have a home to return to.

Yui: Laito-kun...

Laito: Well, I guess you could say I have one as well. Technically.

However, going there doesn’t help me feel at ease in the slightest. If anything, it whips up a storm of emotions inside of me.

Well, you could say that my current home to return to would be...By your side, I suppose?

Yui: Laito-kun...

( I’m so happy to hear him say that about me... )

( But I guess he really doesn’t feel like returning to the castle in the Demon World... )

( I wonder if his past is to blame for that...? I’m sure it is. )

Laito: Say, Bitch-chan...? What was it like to live here?

Yui: Eh?

Laito: Tell me. About the days you used to spend here.

Yui: They were pretty normal, honestly?

Laito: I’m curious about what’s considered ‘normal’. My family was anything but normal after all.

Yui: The way you put that...

Laito: Don’t make that face. Come on. Tell me. It can be anything.

Yui: ...I lived here together with my Father.

I often helped him out with work.

Each Sunday, many activities are organized at this Church. Such as the Mass or storytelling...

However, other than that, I had a pretty normal life growing up.

A mundane, uneventーー

Laito: ...

Yui ( ...I simply thought that was normal. )

( Then suddenly Father had to be relocated for work, and I began to live at the Sakamaki manor... )

( Back then, I didn’t know anything yet. Not a thing... )

Laito: Did I bring back some unpleasant memories, perhaps?

Yui: No, that’s not it.

Laito: Nfu~ You really are a bad liar.

Yui: ...I guess I can’t hide it from you. The thing about my heart came to mind for a second.

Laito: When you think about it, you really were simply involved in all of this.

Whether you liked it or not, you had her heart buried inside of you when you were only still a child.

If it wasn’t for that...You should have been able to live the rest of your life as a normal human.

Yui: ...But.

Laito: Hm?

Yui: If it wasn’t for this heart inside of me, I would have never met you either, you know?

Laito: Fufu...You do have a point there.

Yui: That’s why I’m glad about this outcome.

( While it didn’t come without worries...I was able to meet Laito-kun, the person I love... )

Laito: Say, Bitch-chan? You don’t know what your mother looks like, do you?

Yui: Yeah, that’s right.

Laito: I see.

Yui: Why would you bring that up?

Laito: ーー I just thought that in a way, the two of us are kind of similar.

Yui: Eh?

Laito: We both grew up without a mother, right?

Yui: R-Right...

Laito: Well then, let’s head towards the living area (3). I want to crawl underneath the sheets and spend a passionate night with you after all...Nfu~

Yui: Yeah...

( I guess Laito-kun really refuses to acknowledge Cordelia as his mother. )

( Up until now, I always felt like he would be rather distant whenever Cordelia was being brought up, but I guess in his eyes, she really is... )

Monologue

Laito-kun remains deeply scarred to this day.

Even though she is no longer in this world, that hasn’t changed.

If possible, I’d love to liberate him from said pain.

However, what can I do?

Laito-kun compared his own circumstances,

to my own and called us similar (似た者同士).

However, personally,

I felt as if we were worlds apart.

What can I do against the loneliness (孤独) plaguing him,

to get rid of it once and for all?

ーー TO BE CONTINUED ーー

Translation notes

(1) Blancmange is a French dessert made from milk or cream and sugar and thickened with gelatine. It’s often flavored with almonds and can be paired with fruits such as raspberries or peaches.

(2) Laito refers to a common anime/manga trope/line in which the husband comes home from work and his wife is waiting for him by the doorstep, asking if he wants to take a bath first, have dinner or have ‘her’ instead.

(3) Yui’s childhood home consists of two parts: there’s the actual Church and the living area called 母屋 or ‘boya’ which has a living room, kitchen, bedrooms, etc...

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